Chapter 3

The Sunday picnic to Lake Elsa, twenty miles out of town, had been arranged the day before when the twins ran into Harry while they were doing some Saturday shopping.

"Well, well!" He turned and came back and stood looking at the girls with his head on one side. "Oh, I forgot. Maybe you're not speaking to me anymore. Or are you?"

"We shouldn't." Barbara, taking the lead as usual, informed him. "After the way you treated us the last time, what we should do is call the police."

"Why don't you, child?" he taunted. "It's a free country. Go ahead an whistle up a fuzz. But what you would be able to tell him beats me. Perhaps you could say that you both came to my apartment to get laid and when it didn't turn out as you expected, you got mad. Or maybe Betty wants to charge me with sodomy." He inspected the fingernails of one hand and polished them on his lapel.

When neither answered, he grinned, almost engagingly. "You might get me on a morals charge," he suggested helpfully. "You know, contributing to the delinquency of a minor or some such happy horseshit. But I have a better idea. Why don't we kiss and be friends again and figure out how to have some fun?" He pinched his lower lip, then looked up. "I've got it. The lake. Tell your folks you're going fishing. In a way, you will be."

Barbara frowned and consulted her sister with a quick glance. Their folks consisted of their mother, their father having died a year ago. Tomorrow was her day to visit Aunt Clara. Getting away would be no problem.

"I suppose we could go. But on one condition. No acting rough and putting us down. Agreed?" Barbara spoke as though she really meant it.

"Yeah, yeah." Harry spread his hands and actually tried to look apologetic. He was a firm believer in going after flies with honey instead of vinegar. "I get excited sometimes. But I don't mean it. I guess it's just the way I'm put together. Well, do we go?"

It was arranged that they would meet in the same shopping area right after morning church. "Say a prayer for me," Harry grinned. He looked at his watch after they had left and strode on purposefully. There were things to be done before they met again. He had already figured out a couple and the thought of them almost had him laughing.

"This is Tommy Dillon." Harry made the introductions over a shoulder as his companion got out of the front seat of the rented car and opened the rear door. "Betty, you ride with him and Barbara can sit up front with me." A passing motorist yelled at him for pulling away from the curb before looking back and Harry gave him the finger. "For two cents," he threatened, "I'd run the bastard down and let Tommy work on him. Tommy's a wrestler," he went on to explain. "I ran across him after I left you yesterday. 'Harry,' I said to myself, 'here you are with two lovely dolls to entertain and you don't like dolls the way you should. Why not invite old Tommy for Betty? The word is that he fucks even better than he wrestles.' "

Betty felt herself blushing at their host's choice of words. She shot a quick look at her selected partner. He was little more than a kid himself but his shoulders were wider than the team captain's with pads on. He was good-looking, too. If Harry's vivid description of his talents had embarrassed him, he did not show it. Instead, he looked down at her and remarked that it was a nice day.

So he had manners, too. She congratulated herself again. "Why haven't I met you before?" she managed to ask him. Her question was a trifle unsteady because she was becoming more and more aware of his thigh pressing against hers. She could feel the hard muscle in it.

He murmured something about living in another town. "I get more matches there."

She nodded as though wrestling was her favorite sport. Actually, she never watched it on television because she thought it boring. Now she wished that she knew more about it. "You must make a lot of money," she hazarded "But isn't it dangerous? I mean-"

"Nan." He straightened up and she wondered vaguely if he was going to preen himself. "Not when you know the ropes. Of course, if you're up against a grudge job, you can get hurt."

Harry took his foot off the gas and slowed down. "Take a look at that, will you?" he invited. He pulled over onto the shoulder and waved a hand.

He had stopped opposite a pasture with donkeys in it. The jack, with a jerking erection, was chasing a small jenny, biting her viciously as they came trotting along the fence. As they watched, the male caught the female and she stood while he mounted her. He entered her hard, driving his twitching penis into her with a humping motion of his hind legs. After a minute, during which Barbara could almost feel the semen rushing into the jenny's vagina, the jack came off her rather clumsily and walked off. His erection wilted quickly and in another minute he was switching his tail at the flies and eating grass.

"That's what I call perfect," Harry commented. "He took what he was after, she got what she wanted and everything's peach-and-creamy." He spared the girls' blushes by pulling back onto the highway. He shrugged his shoulders and invited destruction by turning his head. "You see?" he bantered. "I'm irresistible. One look at me and they all start screwing like minks."

This early, the lake was not very crowded. Harry, who appeared to know where he was going, drove into a shaded area beyond the barbecue pits and tables. Across the small cleared space, a thick growth of trees separated them from the highway. There were no other cars parked within a quarter mile.

"Looks like we've got this to ourselves," Harry remarked, getting out and taking the keys with him to unlock the trunk. He glanced around appraisingly, his eyes lingering on the fringe of woods before he turned back to raise the trunk lid. He removed the cover from a portable ice box and produced glasses and a bottle of whisky from a carton. "Everybody's his own bartender." He scooped ice and poured a slug before standing back. "Drink hearty," he invited. "That's what it's for."

Tommy did the honors for the girls, then walked over to a tree and leaned against it. Betty took her drink and joined him. Barbara watched Harry take a blanket out of the trunk and spread it on the short grass. "Sit down before you fall on your ass," he suggested mildly.

She dropped to her knees and sat about a foot away from him, feeling disappointed because he was being cordial. Although she would not have admitted it under torture, she would have preferred it if he had picked up a stick and beaten her instead of merely patting the blanket beside him. The sight of the donkeys coupling had made her remember the horse at the farm. When the jack's solid prick had gone into the little female's pussy, she had almost come right there in the car and when he took it out, all wet and shiny, with semen still dripping out of the big eye, she had crossed her legs and moved her knees to cause some friction on her clitoris. She was still aroused as she glanced at Harry, wondering what he would say or do next.

With his usual abruptness, he did not keep her waiting very long. Without even a glance at her empty glass, he got up to refill his own, then lowered himself with an easy sigh and leaned toward her confidentially. "You've got class, all of a sudden," he confided. "I was watching you blow Hank up at my pad. You really had that big ox yelling uncle. When we get a chance, you can eat me."

"Here?" She looked around half fearfully, as though expecting to see half the park watching them.

"Why not? There's more room than in the car. If there's one thing that makes me flip, it's a back-seat job!"

Tommy and Betty had wandered off, she noticed. After another quick look around, she reached for Harry's zipper and pulled it down and took his penis out and began to play with it. It was half hard and the warmth of her stroking hand made it stand almost at once. She thrilled at the feeling of the soft foreskin sliding up and back along the tense shaft and the velvet smoothness of the head as she squeezed it gently and teased the sensitive underside with a flicking fingernail. Only when the shaft jerked back after she pressed it down did she lean forward and take the hard length of him into her mouth.

Over at the edge of the trees, Tommy and Betty looked at each other, then picked their way over the fallen leaves. After the sunny clearing, it was darker and cooler in there. The noise of highway traffic was heavier and cars swished by a couple of hundred feet away but none were visible. The thick woods made an effective screen.

"This is far enough." Tommy stopped in a small cleared space and released her hand to light a cigarette. "If we go any farther, we'll come out on the road. He ground the cigarette under a heel after a few drags and sat down and took her hand again. "You're not shy, are you?"

For some reason, now that she was alone with him, Betty felt confused, too timid to go any farther with what she knew he wanted. She had not felt that way with Sam, perhaps because" they were in an apartment with other people. Half reluctantly, she let him pull her down beside him, wondering what could be the matter with her. When he put his arm around her and kissed her, she suddenly clung to him and returned his kiss eagerly, finding that the contact had cured her hesitation. Now she wanted him as much as he wanted her.

"That's better." He held her by the shoulders and pushed her away so he could see her face. "Why, you're blushing again. For a minute there I thought you were going to chicken."

He kissed her again and his brown hand was gentle on her breasts. He stroked them and felt the hardening nipples through her dress, until she could not stand the surging pleasure any longer and reached behind her to find the zipper.

"Let me." He finished pulling the zipper down and peeled the dress off her shoulders. The hooks of her brassiere gave him a little trouble but he finally loosened it and said, "Soul food!" as he exposed the upper half of her body. "Lie back." He pushed her flat and at once began to suck her tits, first one and then the other, nibbling each nipple, first one and then the other until both stood up, wet and rosy.

He sat up for a minute to stroke her flat belly, enjoying the white nakedness of her framed against the grass and leaves. Then he said something she could not hear and knelt beside her to undo his belt.

His weight when he mounted her pressed her bare back into the turf and she moved quickly to avoid a twig which was digging into her shoulder. Then, all doubts gone, she sighed and closed her eyes and spread her thighs to receive him. Nothing mattered anymore except to enjoy their union, second by wonderful second.

She had not seen his penis except for a glimpse of it when he took off his shorts. Now it was entering her, hard and insistent, slowly, as though he wanted to prolong the sensation of the first thrust The thrill of the head rubbing her clitoris was so delightful that she pushed herself up to meet him, then lay back, sighing again as his horn opened her vagina and his testicles came to lodge in her wet crotch.

He was big; bigger than Sam or Harry but the size of him did not hurt her. There was no pain, like when Harry did it in her rectum. Instead, she had a sense of fulfillment, as though his prick pumping into her was the natural condition and when it was missing, she was only half a person. Now she suddenly came to life, a little awkwardly because this was only her second real pussy fuck. It seemed another natural sequence for her hands to sneak around his firm buttocks and pull him to her.

In her eagerness, she found herself going down when he raised for another stroke. She gasped and bit her lip as his cock came out, making him fumble to enter her again. After that, she lay as quietly as she could, letting the sensation flow all through her body, exulting in it, allowing the sustained ecstasy to lull her almost into drowsiness, then spur her back to sensitive awareness of his presence inside her body.

She emerged from what seemed to be a delicious dream to find him sucking her tits again. His penis was long enough for the head to remain between the spread lips of her pussy, rubbing her clitoris even when he arched his back and put his mouth down to find her nipples. She closed her eyes and drifted off, a corner of her mind telling her delightfully that she was being fucked and sucked at the same time. In her dream, she felt herself come and strain her nakedness against his, his weight leaving her breathless, unheeding the grass and leaves cutting into her back, conscious only of his thrusting hardness and the utter importance of their being together.

His breath on her chest seemed to grow hotter and he left her tits and began to fuck her in hard, short jerks. She raised her knees and put her legs around his waist, holding him to tightly that he had to slap her thigh to make her relax. She began to come again a second before he reached climax. Then the semen pumping into her made her cry out and tremble all over. "Don't stop! Don't stop!" She seemed to be crying it over and over, in time with the come spurting out of his prick.

It seemed a lot later when they got up and helped each other to brush off the clinging bits of grass and leaves. Betty stopped fastening her brassiere to look in the direction of the road and listen. "Did you hear something?" she inquired of Tommy.

"Sure." He grinned at her. "I can hear cars and birds singing and you still breathing hard."

"No. It was something else." She finished dressing quickly. "like somebody walking over there. I thought they were talking."

"Squirrels," he decided, buckling his belt. "The trees are full of them. I didn't tell you but one was sitting watching us all the while."

"I hope he enjoyed it," she giggled. "All the same, I didn't know squirrels could talk."

"Could have been somebody passing in a car. Come on. I'm hungry."

He held his hand out and she took it, squeezing his fingers as they found their way back to the clearing.

Sucking Harry this time, Barbara decided, was more enjoyable than when she had first tried it, after they had come up to his apartment from the party. Maybe it was because she was not so nervous. Also, practicing on big Hank, like he had said, could have improved her technique. Any girl who could wrestle with Hank's immense cock and keep from heaving her cookies could take on a small horse.

Idly, remembering the donkey in the pasture, she wondered what it would feel like to suck a jackass. A donkey's penis had no appreciable head like a man's thing and there was no foreskin to tease and rub up and down. It would probably be like going down on a length of hosepipe and the blast of the semen would possibly run out of her nose. She almost laughed and risked offending Harry as she realized that she was being ridiculous.

If only he would do something besides sit there and grunt every time she slipped his prick into the back of her throat and made as if trying to swallow it, she knew she would enjoy it still more. She wanted him to punch her, to pull her hair, even bite her; anything to cause pain, so that her clitoris would stand still harder and she would not have to wait for the semen to make her come. It would even be better if he would cuss and bawl her out, like he used to. Although he had scared her, deep down she had been excited every time he became hateful. Today, he was so mild as to be almost unbearable.

She felt his prick twitch as she let her tongue-tip slide under the head and find the groove there. Why was he taking so long to get his gun? She seemed to have been working on him half the morning and now was the first time he had given any sign of serious interest. Perhaps he had things on his mind. For the first time, she began to wonder what he did for a living. She knew he was some sort of artist. There were commercial sketches on the coffee table in his living room and he had signed a few of the pictures on the walls.

She thought she heard voices and looked over her shoulder with quick apprehension. She saw no one, to her relief, but the fright had made her impatient and she worked his wet foreskin up and back in short, tight strokes before putting the head back in her mouth. Then she let her compressed lips act as her fingers had done, half swallowing his length, moving her mouth up and down as though it was a narrow pussy, imitating the motions of screwing until she heard him grunt again, louder this time, and his hands came at last to cup her face.

He was moving with her now, fucking her mouth while he held her head steady. In spite of her intervening thumb and forefinger, he got too far down into her throat twice and forced her to hold her breath to keep from gagging. His faster stroking bruised her lips against the base of her thumb until she put her hand up to push him back. He seemed to be determined to choke her and she felt physical relief as well as pleasure when the first gouts of semen made her swallow convulsively. The warm stuff trickling down her throat sent her into a convulsive sort of orgasm, which lasted until a twig snapped and a voice said, "Sorry to interrupt your meal."

It was Tommy and Betty. Barbara was madder at them for sneaking up than she was at being caught. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and started to say something but Harry interrupted. "Think nothing of it." He leered at Betty and pointed to his still erect prick. "Be my guest," he invited. Tommy laughed and by the time Harry had zipped up his slacks, everyone seemed happy again.

Tommy did justice to the cold cuts and sandwiches which Harry dug out of the car trunk.

The girls appeared to have small appetites and Harry drank two stiff highballs and ate nothing. Afterward, Tommy proposed a canoe ride on the lake but Harry objected, claiming that he had a better idea.

"Look," he said. "We're friends, aren't we? So let's get all the kicks we can while we're together. I'll move the car so it will be between us and the water. Then we'll spread the blanket again and just do what comes naturally. What say?"

"Suits me," Tommy nodded.

"The men have it." Harry found a level spot for his third highball and got up to start the car. He backed up, then got out and grinned at them. "If we sit on this side," he mentioned, "nobody down there can see us and we'll hear them if they come up to investigate."

Between them, Barbara and Betty spread the blanket and sat down. Harry walked around the car and urinated audibly behind an opened door. He was still adjusting his fly when he rejoined them. "This is going to be snug." He glanced around him, standing while he inspected the tree line hiding the highway, then stretching out full length on his back and shading his eyes with a hand. "Got any ideas?" He did not look at the others and might have been talking to himself.

When no one answered, he went on: "There is an old fucking formation which used to be called a 'daisy chain,' " he announced. "It was probably invented by queers so that they could screw each other in the ass in a sort of mass get-together. The only trouble with the original was that the guy in front had to jack off. To remedy this situation, the formation was modified into what was known as the 'monks' circle,' instead of remaining just a fucking conga line. When the man up front doubled back, he had a clear shot at the ass of the tail-end charley."

"Not interested," Tommy answered. "I'm no queer."

"Neither am I." Harry's tone was more gravelly than ever. "I just mentioned it to show what ingenuity can do to make sex more interesting."

Barbara, frowning a little, spoke up. "What other positions would you suggest?" Her tone showed sudden animation.

Harry shrugged and waved a hand. "There must be several hundred. The French counted sixty-nine, then made it seventy because they had forgotten to include the original one."

Barbara raised up on an elbow and rested her chin in one hand. "What is a double sixty-nine?" she inquired.

"That's easy. But it's quicker to show than describe."

"I'm game," Tommy volunteered. "What do we do?"

Before answering, Harry got onto his feet and inspected the lake front, then studied the trees behind them. "There's nobody around," he told them dryly. "We can take off our clothes. If anyone does come, we can always duck into the car. I'll leave the doors open."

Barbara had her dress off when he turned around and Betty, not to be outdone, was fidgeting with her stubborn bra.

"We don't have to shed all the threads, do we?" Tommy queried. "If any cops find us, we'll be headed for the pokey. I wouldn't like that."

"Me either, but I'll chance it." He stepped out of his slacks and folded them in the creases and laid them carefully with his shirt on the blanket's edge.

Tommy compromised by removing his pants and shorts and tying his shirttail in a knot around his waist.

"I read about a man who used to hunt elephants with a muzzle loader." Harry eyed the half-nude wrestler critically. "He always took his pants off. Claimed he could run faster that way and keep reloading."

"Could be." Tommy sucked a tooth and spat out a piece of salami. "But if the fuzz comes, you'll see my fair white ass bouncing into those trees. And I won't hunting elephants, either."

Barbara, stark naked and unashamed, was back in her chin-on-hand position and Betty was kneeling alongside her, covering her tits with her slip.

"Lie down and face each other," Harry directed. He had gotten rid of his shorts and his prick was hard again. "Not that way." He stooped to put a hand on Betty's bare shoulder. "Head to foot, with your nose in each other's pussy. That's it. Now make with your tongues and lick like hell."

He turned to Tommy. "Take your pick. I don't care who gets who." When the other, pointing to Betty, looked mystified, Harry instructed him to lie on his side behind her, with his head in the same direction as hers. "And keep your cock hard," he finished. "Otherwise, it won't work." He set the example by stretching out behind Barbara.

"But-" Tommy was a little red in the face. "I don't like to do it that way. I never screwed a girl's butt in my life."

"Let your conscience be your guide." Harry had already fitted his standing prick between the cheeks of his partner's behind. "If you don't want to cornhole her, shove it between her legs and Barb here will give you a free blow job."

It was weird. Tommy pushed his hardness between Betty's thighs. It was a tight fit and he could have satisfied himself with a dry run. When he felt Barbara's tongue, fresh from licking her sister's clitoris, slide under his distended penis, followed by her slick lips closing over the head, he was so surprised at the mounting sensation that he lay perfectly still, neglecting even to fuck Betty's warm legs, as he had intended.

Barbara's tongue was like a live thing. It darted up and down the shaft of his erection, pausing for moments behind and under the head, flicking in and out of the eye, while she kept up a steady suction, as though she intended to draw the come right up from his balls. It was the most he had ever experienced and presently he began to respond by moving the head between her tightly compressed lips, while Betty's thighs around the shaft worked his foreskin back and forward in the same tempo. It was like fucking two cunts, with one the continuation of the other.

Grateful that Tommy had not wished to screw her in the rectum, Betty endeavored to give her sis all the pleasure she could. She had never tongued a woman's pussy before but her own brief experience told her where the sensitive areas were. By merely concentrating on the other's hard clitoris, letting her tongue explore it as though it were a little hard penis, she could feel Barbara flinch and gasp and push her crotch against Betty's face. When she got the idea of nibbling at it, biting it gently and closing her lips on it, Barbara jumped as though something had stung her and Betty's clitoris grew harder just thinking how her sister must be enjoying it.

She wondered briefly where Harry's prick was. She would have liked to suck it and increase, the pleasure that Tommy's rasping cock was affording her. It was some time before she realized that her host was taking her sister the back way. Experimentally, she pushed her tongue farther inside and thrilled to her toes as she felt the motion of Harry's horn in Barbara's rectum. It made her think that he was screwing both of them.

Barbara had found time to wish that Harry would do it in her pussy. The other way hurt without any lubricant. She wondered why he would never fuck a woman in the cunt. One day, she vowed before she forgot about it, she would come right out and ask him. Maybe he had fallen in love with his mother and got that whatever-it-was complex the head shrinkers were always writing about.

Then everything happened at once and she stopped wondering as Harry rammed into her and Betty's busy tongue slid over her clitoris, just as Tommy's big cock came thrusting out of her sister's crotch as though it belonged to her and rubbed moistly against her lips.

As though in response to some subconscious prompting, they came almost together. Harry's punishing prick stopped hurting as the splashing semen lubricated the thrusting shaft. Barbara had enjoyed the pain. It. made her come quicker and better but she could not rid herself of the idea that there was something unnatural about a man who would only take a woman that way. Betty reached orgasm as soon as she felt her sister finish, just as Tommy made a groaning sort of noise and shot his load in Barbara's mouth.

"And that," Harry observed, rolling over onto his back and grinning up at the afternoon sky, "is" double sixty-nine. How did you like it?"

"I never thought-" Tommy began, a bit unsteadily. Then he stopped speaking as half the high school football team came marching from behind the car. Before he could grab for his pants, they lined up and began to chant solemnly, "Barbara and Betty, yay, yay, yay! They love to screw 'cos they know the way!" The captain stepped out in front of the others and raised his arm. "Let's hear it, fellows. Rah! Rah! Rah!" They wheeled then in orderly fashion and went away as swiftly as they had appeared.

"You bastard!" Barbara hissed at Harry. But he was laughing so hard that it was doubtful if he heard her.